The prisoner
resides inside a cell,
the bricks, constructed
from the past

The bars
each one a different
regret,
I should have........
She should have.........
We should have..........
They should have......

Escape is possible
the light shines through
the bars

Paroled into the present
released into the hear and now,
the future with no bars.

The widow’s son
My father in me lives on

In Solomon’s temple
there was a key
In my fathers house are many mansions
That the blind do not see.

There's a door
I keep knocking on

But it never
opens wide

If I take my
eye off it,
it closes
from inside

I wish the one
from behind
the door
could see me

See me for
who I am

But all I can
do is keep
knocking
and hope
one day
they
can.

A child with an
imaginary friend

The creation of thought forms
lost to most
maybe
some can see?

Who thinks
it's many

You'r thoughts
are worth more
than a
penny.